Page 24 of I Dream of Danger
His hips slammed against hers with the full strength of his body. He had to hold tightly to her hip or she would have slid to the other side of the table. The room was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and flesh slapping against flesh, and he was mesmerized by the sight of his dick moving in and out of her, fast and hard.
He couldn’t stop. There was no mechanism in him that would allow him to stop or even slow down. He was overtaken by some power outside himself that wouldn’t—couldn’t—rest until he’d reached inside her just as far as he could go, over and over again. And she was with him every step of the way, pale eyes on his, mouth open, bringing in air in great gulps, clinging to his arm, digging her short nails into his skin as hard as she could, fingertips turning white. He didn’t feel it—he was beyond feeling anything but the enormous heat centered around his hips as he moved in her as strongly as he could.
Elle’s head moved back, exposing that long, white throat—and God, how he wished he were a vampire because he’d just sink his fangs into her—and she moaned then cried out. Her stomach muscles pulled as she clenched around him so hard he felt her sex like a soft little vise, closing around him, letting go, closing…
The heat and the pressure were too much. He leaned forward, head hanging low, not even watching her anymore because everything in him was concentrated on where he was slamming into her, moving as deeply as he could, feeling those soft wet tissues pull him in even more tightly, faster and faster…
Until he exploded.
He couldn’t have stopped if someone had put a gun to his head. A lightning-fast, white-hot line running down his spine, raising goose pimples everywhere, and he erupted inside her, holding himself tightly against her while he jetted endlessly in massive spurts to the tune of his heartbeat. For so long he wondered dimly whether he was emptying out his heart and not just his dick.
It stopped eventually, as all storms do, and he came to, crouched over her, now resting on his forearm, head low over her stomach. He watched a big fat drop of sweat fall from his face onto her pale belly and quiver with her heartbeat.
Finally, he lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were closed, head turned slightly to the right, unmoving. She looked like she’d died and was this gorgeous, rosy corpse, completely wiped out.
“Oh no you don’t,” Nick growled, lifting his hand from her hip to turn her face to him. “Open those baby blues.”
Her eyelids flickered and opened slightly.
He tapped her face. “All the way.”
Her eyes opened wide, studying his features, then drifted closed.
No way. “You don’t get to zone out. Not an option. We’ve just started…you can’t quit on me now.”
The corners of her mouth lifted, breath coming out on a long soft exhale. “No energy,” she murmured. “Maybe later.”
He was buzzing with energy. “Nope. Not gonna let you. Here.”
Nick reached over to a big bowl filled with dark chocolate mousse. They’d never got round to it. In reaching for it, he pressed more tightly to her, even though he was only semi-hard. There was a serving spoon in the bowl, and he scooped up a dark frothy mass. It smelled wonderful.
He didn’t need to prop himself up any more so he snaked his other hand around her neck and lifted her head and shoulders off the table, holding the spoon to her mouth with the other hand. “Open up.”
She opened obediently, lips closing around the spoon, tongue licking her lips.
Oh God. He surged inside her, moving his hips against hers.
Elle sighed with pleasure.
“Another.” He pressed a huge spoonful of the chocolatey glop against her mouth and she obediently opened. “Another.”
With each mouthful he got harder. Any man would have to be dead and long buried not to get aroused at the sight of her closing her mouth around the mousse, then swallowing.
“Feeling more energetic?” Nick demanded, pulling almost all the way out then sliding back in. He was hard as a rock again.
Elle sighed.
Another stroke and her eyes opened. Oh yeah. She was feeling more energetic. But it was cold in the room.
Nick pulled her up in his arms and lifted her. Reflexively, Elle’s legs tightened around his waist. “We need the bed for this round.”
Elle sighed again, smiling, her breasts rubbing against his chest. “Okay.” She gestured gracefully with her slender arm at their clothes puddled on the ground. “We should pick those up.”
“Uh uh.” Nick started walking toward the staircase. Actually, he wanted to run up but he had his pride. “For what I’m planning, you won’t need any clothes.”
Chapter
Four
